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Sep 2015
I see a siren,
Sitting upon a high throne,
The boys worship her,
Unaware of their missing thoughts,
Unaware of their blind love.
They call her a mermaid, a god even,
But I know better,
Because I watch from afar,
I can't hear the beautiful deception.
Day
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Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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